All the night the flowers fell from their stems
The clocks chimed so one chord declined in the sky
The hero tripped over hope and tore up his cape
Lost his powers to become another restless man
And nothing again might be saved
Just look at the church whose mass is sneaking away
Their backs are turned but you can hear the steps on their graves
The priest of the alter frowns and creases his book
But all of a sudden you realize this world’s wrapped in chains
You struggle and stretch then shrug your shoulders and wait
Paradise is just a whisper too soft to be true
Hell is an ongoing fire that struck its own match
You don’t see past that priest who mumbles his peace
Or the angel in the sky who questions with his wings what to do
Who knows his heart could save the world if he cried
Whose song is so melodious it outlasts the flute
Stretches the strings of the harp then squeezes them tight
Makes magic from the magician and slides in a smile
Brings harmony back to lovers who deserted their hearts
They sit and watch their eyes draw close to their hurt
And kisses the ends of the earth to say no one’s gone
With one gasp in exhaled again an unforgettable song.

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